#but then i think would that even matter when I am the one who's the problem and like can't work to form that connection with anyone?????

[traveler-at-heart]

Hot and Cold

Summary: Natasha's playing with fire when a new resident joins the Compound.

A/N: Queen of Angst @esposadejoyhuerta asked for the fluffiest, sweetest, tooth rotting story ever and I was happy to deliver, even after they changed their request to inclue jealousy BECAUSE no one can stop me. Love ya, baby!

Another day, another mission. Since last week’s mess, it seems like Fury’s been finding ways to torture the team.

Yes, at the end they were able to retrieve the drive with the data of over twenty enhanced individuals. But so did HYDRA. And now the Avengers are on a race against time to locate them before the Russians do.

Natasha walks to Fury’s office, not excited at the prospect of risking her life to recruit people who didn’t really want to be found.

“Yes?” she says as soon as Fury turns around. He hands over a very heavy binder. “Is this their criminal record?”

Great, a weirdo with a troubled past. Natasha might not make it out alive.

“No, that’s their academic stuff. She’s a scientist. Crazy smart” Fury explains. “Have you heard of Bio-Thermokinesis?”

“No, not really”

“The ability to manipulate the body temperature of oneself and/or others” he recites, having learned the concept just now.

“That doesn’t sound so bad” Natasha says, closing the folder. It’s certainly better than the last few people she had to chase down.

“Yeah, until she induces a heat stroke or hypothermia” Fury scoffs. “We’ve been failing at recruiting these people. It would be nice to have a win. Plus, she could work in the lab with Banner and Stark”

“I don’t think Nerd Club is worth one’s freedom” Natasha mutters, skimming through the file.

“Well, either way, this mission doesn’t requires strenght. It requires charm. You up for it or should I send Hill?”

As Natasha gets to the picture of the target, she looks up.

“I’ll handle it”

—

As usual, you’re carrying more than you can possibly handle. Books, your laptop, a sandwich from the cafeteria, and correspondence from the main office.

By the time you manage to open the door to your office, half of the things in your arms are dangerously close to scattering across the hardwood floor.

“Oh, shit” you mutter when your keys drop.

“Need a hand?” a voice says and you jump back, the rest of your stuff flying across the room. 

“Uh… can I help you?” you say, because the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen is perched up on your desk, legs crossed and a playful smirk across her striking features.

“Are you Doctor Y/L/N?”

“Yes. How did you…? I’m pretty sure the door was locked” 

Is she a thief? You have absolutely nothing of value, at least not for a conventional burglar. You run every possibility in your mind and then you land on your second least favorite one.

Natasha notices the room getting warmer, probably because of how flustered you got. The file seems accurate regarding your power.

“AC broke down?” she asks innocently, undoing the top button of her shirt.

“Uh… I… I’ll open the window” you say, pushing it and leaning against the window pain. You consider jumping down to escape, but it’s a considerable height. You take a breath, deciding to face the matter head on. “So, which agency sent you?”

“Ever heard of S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

“Yes, that was my first guess” you admit with a sad smile. “What can I do for you, Agent…?”

“Call me Natasha” she says, hopping off the desk. “I’m afraid I am the bearer of bad news… and a generous offer”

“Mmm” you nod, fixing your glasses. 

“A tactical team was sent to stop the purchase of confidential information for 30 enhanced individuals. We were able to obtain it… and so did HYDRA”

“Listen” you raise your hand, taking off your glasses and pinching the bridge of your nose. “I get it. HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D. know about me. The thing is, my power isn’t something you can leverage in a fight. I doubt they’ll be very interested in me”

“I think you’re wrong. And it’s not just your ability. Your expertise in science and your genetic makeup can be used to experiment”

“So, is that what S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to do with me?” you sigh, looking out the window. You’re enjoying the view, vaguely aware that life as you know it is over.

“We want to offer you shelter at the Avengers Compound. 24 hour security, top facilities and technology. You can continue your research” Natasha says, trying to make it sound like a great deal.

It brings her back to that time Fury told her it was either work for the US government or end up in the Raft.

Your offer is slightly better, but a golden prison is still a prison.

“Are there any questions I can answer before you make a decision?” she offers with a kinder tone.

“Yeah. Do I even have a choice?”

—

Academic life is all you’ve ever known. Grants were the perfect way to do your research without having to look for a benefactor and expose yourself. You could learn things about your DNA, your abilities, while doing other stuff without anyone noticing.

Now, you wake up and there’s nothing that drives you. You live with people who have exceptional skills, physical prowess, and military training. Their world is avenging, your world is scientific papers and books.

Sure, their lab is nice, but most of the times you end up leaving early, completely unmotivated and feeling empty. 

Natasha watches from afar, and although this isn’t her doing, she feels responsible. She tries to include you in activities she understands, like training, but you’re very obviously not the athletic kind.

Banner is, as usual, isolating himself and Tony speaks nerd, but is barely around unless a mission requires his presence. 

It isn’t until one day that Peter shows up to the Compound that Natasha gets an idea.

“Hi, Miss Romanoff. Is Mister Stark around?” he asks in that shy tone he always uses when he’s around Natasha.

“Nope, not to my knowledge. Do you need anything?” 

“FRIDAY told me to meet him here. He must have forgotten. I guess I better get back to my Biochem project”

Wait a minute.

He’s a nerd.

“Stay” she says, looking him up and down. Peter reminds her of a puppy when he stops completely, as if he learned a new command. “Wait for Tony at the lab. I’ll try to find him”

“You’re sure? I’m not allowed inside by myself” he hesitates, following Natasha.

“Yeah, it’s fine” she types in the access code, and of course, there you are, spinning in your chair.

As soon as you hear the door opening, you stop your movements, almost falling off.

Natasha finds your blush adorable.

“Hey, Y/N. This is Peter. He’ll be around waiting for Tony”

“Oh, hey. Ok, I was just leaving. I’m kinda stuck either way”

“Ordinary Differential Equations?” Peter says as soon as he gets his eyes on your board.

“Yes. Very impressive” you nod. “This is focused on genetic network. I’m trying to determine inborn errors of metabolism”

“Oh, you know? There’s a brilliant Doctor who’s working on that, maybe her paper would be great for you. She’s Y/N Y/L/N”

“Yeah, that’s me” you say, tapping your chin and examining the board. “What is your ability? If you have any? Maybe I can use a different set of data”

“Yes! I would love to, what do you need from me?” Peter says, a little starstruck at finding out you’re one of the most prestigious researchers in the world. 

“For now, a blood sample” you wink at him, adjusting your glasses.

Natasha sits in the back of the lab as you and Peter work together, and you explain every concept to him. This is the first time since you arrived that you don’t look so miserable.

The Russian takes it as a small win when you join her in the common area for dinner.

--

Since Peter found out about your abilities and your permanent stay at the Compound, you’ve been advising him on his project and college applications. Which is a really nice distraction, but it also makes you miss your own college days.

So, even if you’re in a better mood, it’s still hard to socialize with the team.

One day, you enter the lab to find Rogers, Wilson and Barnes looking at a screen, while Natasha types.

“Whoever encrypted this is slightly smarter than me. Only slightly” 

They look away as you drag a chair to focus on your own stuff, a cup of coffee in your hand and a cookie in your mouth.

“Hi…” you wave at them, feeling intimidated as usual.

“Hey, weather girl” Sam winks at you. 

Natasha rolls her eyes and elbows him.

“Ignore him, Y/N”

You can tell she’s getting frustrated, so you inch closer, looking at the code over her shoulder. Placing your hand on her elbow, you silently ask for permission to take over.

The redhead eyes you curiously, but stops typing and moves the keyboard your way. It takes you twenty seconds to hack into the files.

“How…?”

“I used to hack into databases to make sure my name wasn’t on any watchlist” you explain casually. Natasha laughs at that. “Anyway, there you go”

“Thanks, Y/N. You’re my hero” Natasha says, smiling up at you. Her tone makes you blush and you nod, going back to your desk.

“Nice work. We could use your help if you’re free some other time” Steve says as they leave the lab.

“Of course, Capitan” 

—

An intruder changes your mind about training. The threat is handled swiftly and you don’t even have time to hide before F.R.I.D.A.Y. confirms the suspect has been taken into custody

But you don’t even know how to begin to defend yourself, so you come back to Natasha, asking if her offer still stands.

Needless to say, the spy is more than happy to train you. Not just because it means you’re comfortable asking for things, but because Natasha can teach you something that will help you protect yourself.

You start with two sessions per week, which later turns to four, until you’re comfortable with training almost daily.

The rest of the team joins from time to time, giving you advice and helping you when Natasha’s away on missions.

After a few weeks, Natasha notices how your resistance is better and you’re building some muscle.

Only as a professional observation. It’s not like she finds you attractive, with that nerdy charm and toned arms.

One day, as you’re leaving the gym, she checks her bag, cursing when she notices she forgot a change of clothes. 

“Wanna borrow one of my hoodies?” you offer, handing over your NYU sweatshirt.

“You sure?” Natasha hesitates.

“Yeah, I got tons of these. From all the places I’ve done work or research” 

“I’ll give it back” she promises, taking it.

That turns out to be a lie.

A few days later, when you’re folding your laundry, F.R.I.D.A.Y. requests that you join Tony and Banner in the lab. Leaving the basket in the living room, you think nothing of it, nor do you notice that a couple of your sweatshirts are gone.

It all comes to light a week later, when Natasha comes back from a grueling mission. The only thing that will make her feel better is staying in her room while wearing your UCLA hoodie.

She totally forgets about her attire when she answers the door.

“Huh, so that’s where it was” you tilt your head, smiling.

“I…”

“I’m watching a movie, care to join me? It’s one of your favorites” 

“Ok” she nods, surprised that you’re not mad about the stolen sweatshirt. 

Natasha enters your room, appreciating the combination of books, notes and the board with equations. After you apologize for the mess, you offer a place to sit in your bed.

“It looks good on you” you compliment the redhead. Natasha smiles, trying to be nonchalant about it.

“Thank you” 

It becomes a habit, to steal your hoodies.

“Objectively speaking, you don’t actually need them as you can regulate your temperature” Natasha comments one day, digging through your closet. To her shock, she finds a sweatshirt with a sorority logo on it.

“Not mine. A girl I hooked up with in college” you explain.

Natasha rolls her eyes, throwing the garment as far away as possible while pulling a face. You laugh at her reaction.

“Don’t be jealous, Natty. You’re my favorite” you promise, unaware of the effect your words had on her.

“And yet you never let me wear the Harvard one”

“That was my first” you shrug your shoulders.

“First college or first hook up?” Natasha taunts and you laugh.

“A nerd never kisses and tell. Actually, a nerd rarely kisses anyone to being with” you try to joke, pulling out the Harvard sweatshirt from your closet to put it on.

Natasha eyes it, and you catch her intentions a little too late. She inches forward and you stretch your arm back, trying to place the hoodie out of reach.

“Nu-uh” you shake your head, laughing as she keeps trying to steal it. “Natasha, there are like ten other hoodies you  could take!” 

“I want this one!” she insists, jumping. Her body crashes against yours, and you both stumble, falling in your bed. Limbs are tangled and her laugh tickles your ear as she struggles to lift herself up. After a moment, Natasha smiles, looking at your lips. “Gotcha”

You don’t even know what to say, her intense stare making you feel warm -both literally and figuratively - and your heart beats faster when it seems like she’ll lean forward and kiss you.

“Agent Romanoff, there’s an urgent call for you” FRIDAY interrupts the moment. 

Natasha sighs, standing up and looking at you. 

“Catch you later?”

“Yeah” you nod, trying to hide your disappointment.

—

Natasha was gone for a week, and returned with a very bad injury. You heard the news as Steve and Tony were arguing in the kitchen, blaming each other as usual.

“Where…? Is she ok…?” you try to interrupt them, but they’re in the middle of a screaming match.

“Come with me” Maria says, taking you to a whole different wing of the Compound. Since you’ve never been on missions, you didn’t know about the Medbay.

Natasha’s lying in a hospital bed, asleep.

“She’s ok. A guy threw a knife at her, but it was only a superficial stab wound. Doctor said she’ll be discharged tomorrow” Maria eases your nerves. 

Of course, for her it’s easy to say it’s no big deal. Agents are shot, blown up, killed in the field. A little scratch is nothing, especially for Natasha. But you take a deep breath, leaving the Medbay in a rush.

As you lock yourself in the Avenger’s Lab, you make F.R.I.D.A.Y. a simple request.

“Show me the mission’s footage”

—

Natasha’s had worst, truly. But still, her head is throbbing when she wakes up. The doctor discharges her with the instruction to rest for a week. No training either.

The Russian notices a bag with clothes on the chair next to her bed. She finds your Harvard sweatshirt, which puts a tiny smile on her face.

You are nowhere to be found in the Compound when she returns, so she goes to her room to take another nap, the painkillers making her sleepy.

By the time Natasha wakes up to get something to eat, F.R.I.D.A.Y. requests her presence in the lab.

“What is it?” she says, surprised to find you working on a tablet. It looks like you haven’t slept in the last 24 hours, five or six cups of coffee around the various tables in the lab.

“I created a new technology for your suit” you jump right to it. “It has motion sensors that are triggered by incoming threats. That way, if someone tries to sneak up on you, you can either get an alert or program a defense mechanism that can be shot from any part of the suit” 

Natasha takes the tablet, running the simulation. She’s impressed with the level of detail you’ve placed on this and on such short time. She’s about to thank you, but you’re already asleep in the couch of the lab, clearly exhausted from all the work you’ve done.

The sight of your sleeping form makes Natasha’s heart flutter.

—

Movie night is the one tradition you’ve always been on board with. Coincidentally, it’s Natasha’s least favorite. Depending on her mood, she’ll join everyone on the living room, or talk you into watching something else in your room or hers.

Tonight, she stops by once the movie has already started. As usual, you’re on the couch in the far back of the room, your glasses reflecting the screen as you eat some popcorn.

“Hey” Natasha leans over the back of the couch and whispers against your ear, making you jump. Your eyes follow her as she jumps over to plop down next to you.

“You’re not supposed to be doing that with a hole on your side, Natasha” you reprimand. 

“It’s fine” she lies, grabbing some popcorn.

As the movie keeps going, the woman inches closer to you. At first you think she’s settling in her seat, but then her hand spreads on the back of the couch, dangerously close to your neck.

It’s fine. You can handle it.

Nope, you absolutely can’t. Not when you feel Natasha’s nimble fingers playing with the hairs on the back of your neck, her digits alternating between caressing the skin and scratching your scalp.

“You’re hot” she whispers at some point and you turn to look at her, dazed.

“Huh?”

“You feel hot” she clarifies a second later, her eyes looking at your lips. “Is everything ok? Those powers of yours are acting up”

“I’m fine” you nod, looking back at the screen. Aware that you are in fact increasing the temperature in the room, you take a breath and close your eyes, before anyone else notices.

You’re almost back to normal when Natasha stretches and lies across your lap, her left hand squeezing your thigh as the other one begins to trace patterns in your skin.

All while she's wearing your Harvard sweatshirt.

Your only thought is to take it off, along with the rest of her clothes and kiss every inch of her body.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., is the thermostat broken…?” Tony finally snaps, annoyed at the sudden changes in temperature. “Never mind” 

Everyone follows his eyes as he looks to the back of the room, where Natasha is playing dumb while riling you up.

“Can you two find a room to turn into a sauna and spare the rest of us?” Tony says, which makes your eyes widen, and the room practically turns into a freezer. “Great, now we’re all turning into popsicles. Cap, you’re familiar with the feeling, right?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Tony” Natasha finally stands up, showing you some mercy. “Come on, detka” 

“Uh, ok” you say, your voice barely a whisper as you allow the woman to drag you back to her room.

As soon as the door is shut, she pushes you against it.

“So, tell me” she says with a playful smile. “How hot do you think it will get here?”

You can only shake your head, speechless. Natasha smiles, kissing you softly. All thoughts leave your head, opening your mouth to give her access. You’ll do anything she asks, anything at all.

“I see” she smiles when the room gets hot. “Good thing we won’t have our clothes on” 

It’s the best sex of your life.

So much so, the fire alarm goes off in the entire Compound.

“Fucking worth it” you sigh as you’re both naked in bed, the water from the sprinklers evaporating from all the heat in the room.

[russellsppttemplates]

Bridging the Gap (Lando Norris)

A look into the Norris family summer vacation

Note: english is not my first language. It's been some time since I posted one of these, hopefully I still know how to do it �� A lot of changes have been going on at my job and I've been trying to adjust to all of it without loosing my sanity! For those who are here and have stayed, thank you for being so patient and for staying - I hope this is good enough ✨️

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm not taking requests right now, so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to send them in but know that I don't know when I'll be able to get to them!

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Cw: reader is 4 years older than Lando, media scrutiny

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The low hum of the television filled the cozy apartment as you and Lando sat on the sofa, nestled comfortably under a soft blanket as his hands absentmindedly traced patterns on your thigh. Lately, it was one of your favorite pastimes - catching up on a show after a long week and simply enjoying each other's presence without having the world around you.

Life with Lando was unexpectedly delightful. His infectious laughter and zest for life were contagious, and even the most mundane days seemed brighter with him around, no matter how many clients you had that day or how much reading you had to do before their next sessions. At the beginning, you couldn't wrap your head around how the way your routines still laced together despite the seemingly different responsibilities, but you cherished the balance you shared.

"Do you have a busy day tomorrow?", your boyfriend asked.

"I have 8 clients, as two of them already cancelled because they're sick, but I managed to adjust the schedule and hopefully I have some time to go to the bank and see about my mortgage payments", you said.

"And in that rearranged schedule, is there a possibility of you spending the night here so we can wake up together before you go be a boss lady?", he wondered as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, softly kissing the skin there.

"I have to be in the office at before 10 am, Lan, I can't have a lie in", you reasoned.

"I have to be up at 7 am to go on a run with Jon, so neither can I", he smirked, knowing he had all the reasons to convince you to stay, "we can have some breakfast together before you leave me".

"I guess I have time to pop home, change and get to work on time", you reasoned, agreeing with his plans.

"I'm glad you think that because my next step was going to kidnap you for the night - I'm talking locking the doors and throwing away the keys", Lando spoke.

Your laughs rubbled as Lando squeezed you tighter against him, basking in the warm feeling on his chest of having you for the rest of the night.

.

A few weeks later, Lando told you Max and Pietra would be in Monaco for a week since they hadn't spent some time together in a while.

"Do you know how your week is going to be? In terms of your schedule I mean", Lando mused, holding your waist as you stirred the food in the pot.

"I had some people move around from their usual schedule, so the weekdays end late but I don't have many appointments on Friday and I have Saturday off", you spoke.

"That's good, means we can spend a nice long weekend together", Lando smiled, kissing your shoulder before resting his chin there, "I'm not sure of all the plans yet but it’ll be fun! And they’re eager to meet you", he grinned, optimism lighting up his face.

"I'm excited to meet them too", you spoke, despite the one looming shadow. The thought of meeting Lando’s close-knit circle always brought a tinge of anxiety with it. His friends were used to seeing him as the carefree poster child of single life - never missing a party or the chance to get a little drunk. Hell, the idea that Lando would rather stay in on a Friday night, watching his girlfriend cook them dinner after spending the afternoon waiting for her to finish her online sessions would baffle Max and all of his friends.

And though Lando never seemed to mind, the idea of them questioning your relationship because of your age gnawed at your insecurity. Even when you were younger, the party scene wasn't your thing and as the years passed, it certainly didn't become it. You were fine with Lando enjoying himself whenever he wanted to and never once objected to that, but feared that his friends would question it.

"There's something on your mind, I can tell that", Lando spoke softly, "would you like to share it with me?".

"It's just...", you tried, knowing he would be able to tell you were lying and knowing that sharing this with him could ease your fears.

"Doesn't have to sound pretty or polished, I just want to know what is on your head", he encouraged softly.

"Maybe they won't want to spend time with me? They're coming here to see you and spend time with you, and there's always the possibility that they might now want to spend time with me", you let it out.

"Why do you think that?", he continued softly.

"Because I'm not hard-core, adrenaline seeking fun!", you added.

"Lovie, the plans we have are just enough fun for everyone, I didn't to do anything too hard-core and they don't either, so we'll be good and have plenty of fun together, yeah?", Lando assured, turning you around and kissing your forehead.

"You are starting to have a way with words", you mumbled, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin in such a protective manner, like no harm in the world could get to you if he was near.

"I catch on a thing or two you say", your boyfriend mumbled, kissing your lips slowly.

"I have to take my lunch to the office tomorrow, I don't have time to come home", you mumbled more to yourself than anything, taking a tupperware box from the cupboards so you wouldn't end up without your packed lunch.

"Pack two of them and I'll meet you in the office", Lando said like it was nothing.

"Sorry, what?", you asked again, afraid you had misheard him.

"You can pack two of them to go and I'll meet you for lunch tomorrow so you don't eat lunch all alone", Lando suggested.

"You don't have to", you reasoned.

"I know I don't, but I want to", Lando smiled, "the next couple of days are going to be busy for me and I need to fill up on time with you so my heart won't miss you as much".

He was ever the charmer and you still blushed at his words, not used to this no matter how many times he did it.

"Fine, but you can't mess up the crayons this time! You left one of them on the floor and I saw my life flash before my eyes when I stepped on it and nearly fell! No funny business in my office!", you joked.

"Does that mean we can't play Jenga and talk about my feelings? How dare you do that to me, woman?", Lando dramatised.

.

The first night of the week Max and Pietra would be spending in Monaco arrived quickly, and while the full day of sessions certainly kept your mind away from all of it, you found yourself at the door of your boyfriend's apartment waiting for him to get it.

"Hello, beautiful", Lando greeted as soon as he saw you, kissing your lips before letting you in, "let me take these", he said as he grabbed your bag and your coat.

"Thank you, I'm sorry I'm a bit late but the last session ran a bit longer than I expexted", you apologised, smoothing over your jeans and checking how you looked in the mirror - after the day you had, you couldn't expect much but you were pleasantly surprised that your hair was still bouncy and forgoing makeup was probably a good idea because you would have smudged it by now.

"You look beautiful as always, Y/N", Lando grabbed your attention, "and don't worry, take out is late too so you don't need to feel bad", he assured, guiding you with him to the living room where the noise was coming from.

"Guys, this is Y/N", Lando announced as they both welcomed you warmly, quickly asking you questions and letting you join in, preparing a drink for you.

"I'm usually heavy handed, but this one is proper, Y/N", he offered you before you took a sip, "I can fix a different one though!".

"It's good, it's good - hits the spot very nicely", you smiled, taking another sip before engaging in conversation.

When the food arrived, Lando asked you to join him in the kitchen to help him plate everything up and bring it to the dining table, opting to use the door closest to it so it would be easier.

As you crossed rhe hallway, you overheard Max and Pietra talking.

“Do you think it works?”, Pietra asked, “I mean, they seem happy, but Lando’s… well, Lando".

Max shrugged, “He’s crazy about her. Age doesn’t matter, does it? But yeah, never thought he’d settle, at least not like this".

You felt a small knot form in your stomach, but before you could dwell on it, Lando appeared at your side, his familiar warmth instantly reassuring as he placed his hand on the small of your back, “You alright?” he asked, noticing the brief flicker of uncertainty in your eyes.

“Yeah", you smiled, deciding in that moment that the security you had together was worth navigating any doubts from others.

As the evening continued, you noticed Max and P exchanging skeptical glances across the table - they're were known for their protective nature over Lando, Max is his bestfriend, so they are particularly wary of anyone close to their beloved friend.

Over the clinking of silverware and hum of conversations, Max finally spoke up, his tone casual but inquisitive, "so, how’s it really going, being with a guy who practically lives on a racetrack?”.

You felt Lando's reassuring nudge beneath the table, prompting you to respond with honesty, "It's definitely something else. Racing is such a demanding world, but we find balance by making time for each other away from it all. So far, it has worked out well".

P leaned back, observing the dynamic between the you, "there must be a lot of pressure, especially with so many eyes watching your every move".

Lando chimed in before you could respond, "Y/N handles it like a champ. Honestly, she’s the calm in my storm", he said, his eyes filled with admiration for you. There wasn't a day that you didn't handle it gracefully, whether it was a fan wanting to take a photo or a reporter wanting to know more than you allowed.

Max and P exchanged another look, this time softer and less guarded - little by little, they began to see what Lando meant by his earlier assurance that you kept him grounded.

As dinner progressed, the conversation turned to shared stories, with Lando guiding the discussion to include moments from your relationship - your mutual love for travel, how you introduced him to the joy of quiet moments, and even shared a humorous tale of your early dates, laughter erupting when he recounted an incident involving mistaking your office with the one next to yours, Lando accidentally entering the lawyer's waiting room with a massive bouquet of flowers and passes to golf.

Max's initial skepticism gradually melted away as he watched you interact. Lando's attentiveness was unmistakable - how he would lean in to catch your words over the din of conversations, or how his eyes crinkled in genuine amusement at your stories. He noticed how effortless and natural your connection seemed, a seamless blend of companionship and partnership.

By the time dessert came around, Pietra seemed convinced, "Alright, alright. I can see what everyone’s been talking about. You both really seem to understand each other in a way that's rare".

"You say that like we don't!", Max complained.

"Shut it, Max, you know what I mean", she mumbled.

Feeling the warmth of acceptance flood the room, Lando laid his hand over yours on the table, grinning with relief and contentment, "Told you she was amazing,” he said, playfully raising his eyebrows.

Max chuckled, raising his glass, "Okay, I admit defeat, I'm not sure we are like this!".

It was in that moment that you realized, the whispers of doubt that had once lingered were no match for the clarity of Lando’s affection. Together, you were creating a narrative all your own, one that defied stereotypes and embraced your unique bond.

.

As the days passed after the gathering, the glow of being surrounded by Lando’s friends began to fade, replaced by the nagging unease that had settled in your mind. You found yourself replaying the conversations from that night, the laughter, the glances, and especially Max's comment, which you still couldn’t quite shake off despite the way the night ended.

One evening, after a long day at work, filled with sessions and schedule arrangements thanks to the flu season, you sat on the sofa, scrolling through social media.

Your heart sank as you stumbled upon a headline featuring Lando. The article speculated about his relationships and how he was often deemed the ultimate bachelor, writing that they believed he wasn't about to change his ways. The more you read, the harder it became to ignore your worries.

Later that night, Lando arrived from his photoshoot, his laughter echoing as he stepped through you door. He instantly brightened the room with his presence, but you struggled to muster so much as a smile.

“Hey! Long day?”, he asked, tilting his head slightly, concern etched across his features as he took a good look at you.

“Just tired", you replied with a half truth. As you settled down, you felt the weight of the unspoken words pressing on your chest, knowing that sooner or later they would find their way out.

“Is everything okay?”, Lando probed, sensing the shift in your mood. Even when you had a bad day, the reception he got wasn't like this.

You hesitated, your thoughts swirling, Do you ever think about what people say… about us?”.

Lando paused, confusion washing over his face, "What do you mean?”.

“I don’t know,” you sighed, looking down, "Like, the way the media talks about you. Or how your friends might see us. What if they don’t accept me? They might think I’m not right for you… for your image".

Lando’s expression shifted from confusion to concern, “Why would you think that?”.

“Because it’s true!”, you almost spat, frustration bubbling to the surface, "You’re this young, popular and successful Formula One driver, and I’m just… well, me. What if they think I’m just an older woman trying to latch onto your fame? What if they don’t see how happy we are?”.

“Stop it", he said gently, but firmly, “you’re not ‘just’ anything, or someone. You’re incredible, and I’m with you because I want to be. Age is just a number and it doesn’t define how meaningful our relationship is, not to me and it shouldn't be to anyone".

But your doubts resurfaced, relentless as you continued with your voice rising with each word, “But what if your family doesn’t feel the same? What if they think I’m not good enough for their sweet boy? I just… I can't help but overthink it. I love you, and I’m terrified of losing you".

Lando stepped closer, taking your hands in his and grounding you with his touch, something you explained to him early on that worked wonders for you, “I can’t control what others think, but my family will see how happy you make me. They care about my happiness, not just some number or date".

“But what if they don’t?”, you whispered, your voice trembling. Over the years, you could remember the times where you told patients exactly that, that their mind was looking for survival so that's where it took them.

“They will!", Lando stated, his grip tightening slightly, “Look, it’s not going to be like this forever. People talk, and yes, media can be ruthless, but what matters is how we feel about each other. And I feel lucky to have you in my life. Please trust that, my love".

You looked for reassurance in his eyes as slowly his words began to soothe the turmoil, but the fear was still there, lurking just beneath the surface.

“I just don’t want to complicate things for you", you said softly.

Lando brushed his fingers against your cheek, a gentle smile breaking through your anxiety, "you’re not complicating things. You’re adding to my life in a way I never knew I needed. Can we just take this one step at a time together?”.

Lando pulled you into a warm embrace, and for a moment, the weight on your heart lightened. Taking a deep breath, you reminded yourself to stay in the moment and be there.

“I’ll try", you finally spoke against his shoulder, feeling comfort in his unwavering support.

“I promise I'm not going anywhere", he whispered back, wrapping you tighter in his arms, "we’re in this together".

"Thank you", you mumbled, pecking his lips softly.

"You don't ever need to thank me, not for stuff like this or anything else, we're in this together, lovie", Lando kissed your forehead, "besides, if you ever dump me, I'll have to find a good psychologist to help me through it and you're the best one, so that's another valid point for us to stay together", he chuckled, wanting to get a giggle out of you.

Smiling when he succeeded, Lando squeezed you tighter against him, "never doubt that we were meant to be, Y/N, never".

[sayangrafayel]

Friend I am in need and am going to make a request. I need to get a cavity filled tomorrow so if you ever have time could you write the LaDS men reaction to a reader with needle/dental phobia (mostly needle I guess). Anything like which of them would hold your hand through it and which ones would make fun (if any cause i can'timagine they would which is why i could use the support haha). Currently freaking the fuck out 🙃

Sorry if you're not taking asks rn! And no worries if you don't want to do it 💙

Ask and you shall receive! Reader is afraid of needles (and you can see it as a dental work too even though I use arm)!

How would they react if you have a needle phobia?

Who's gonna hold your hand or maybe try to distract you? Or maybe joke around with you just so you wouldn't think about the process?

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb.

Sylus

This man hates seeing you in any kind of pain.

Oh you think he would distract you alone? Wrong. He's bringing in your twins and Mephie to help him. He knows how much you love them.

This scene from Brooklyn 99 where Captain Holt and Terry dance to distract Amy? That's them. He would personally sing the song too. You'd be so confused seeing him like that, you wouldn't even notice the needle.

Xavier

He will hold your hand without any questions.

He wonders though, you are such a badass hunter but why is it you're afraid of needles.. but he understands how phobia works, so he doesn't mind at all.

Distracts you by putting on a little light show for you, making you your favorite kind of animal with his evol and makes it jump around his head and your other arm so you'd focus on that.

Rafayel

At first, he thought you were joking when you told him you're scared of the doctor appointment because of needles.

He'll realize you were in fact not joking when you were holding his hand so tightly his fingers felt numb. "Ouchie! My hand! Okay oka-"

He'd bring one of your favorite plushies that you caught together. To distract you, he'd say "Hey, remember how hard it was for us to get this little guy? We should go again after this, the other version of this plush is out today!"

Zayne

As a doctor, he knows how serious it is for you. No matter how many times you went through this process, he will always take your phobia seriously.

"Let me do it, Nurse." and then you'd ease up because he'd done it many times without barely any pain. You trust him so much, you just stare at his features and adore how seriously he's taking this.

If he can't do it himself, he'll distract you by making little snowballs seals with his evol. Or making the flower you love, again, with his evol. The coldness of his evol would distract you from the pain in your other arm.

Caleb

This big puppy. You'd think HE'S the one with a needle phobia.

He wished he could take your place instead because he'd love to take any kind of pain if it means you don't have to feel any.

"You can do this, love!" Of course he would hold your hand close to his face and stare at you with his puppy eyes. "After this, I'll cook one of your favorites! Or we can go out and get ice cream, yeah? It will be over soon, I promise." And what else can you do other than trusting your beloved?

[kiragecko]

Look, his brand of incredible self-confidence paired with crippling self-doubt is really unintuitive to a lot of people!

Tim thinks he is capable of doing pretty much anything. He recognizes that there are a few people better then him, and is always on the look-out to learn something new, but he almost never doubts his ability to learn, or his assumption that he'll be one of the best after a short practice period.

He's also never sure if his best will be satisfying to others. That it won't be brushed off, or criticized. Like, he doesn't ASSUME things will go poorly, but he also never relies on them going well.

Writing him as secure in his abilities is correct. Writing him as secure in HIMSELF can be out-of-character, depending on the situation.

-

I've been in similar places as a former gifted kid with ADHD.

I COULD do pretty much any assignment given me. Math, science, language arts - they were all easy. If I didn't understand, it took one question, or a quick read, to get up to speed. I was good at running, and most physical skills that didn't require hand-eye coordination. I at least THOUGHT I was good at acting. Teachers liked talking with me.

But I had zero confidence in myself. I couldn't trust myself to finish assignments or show up to events. I'd misread instructions, or get distracted when they were being given. I'd answer questions in ways that annoyed the other students. I could never make friends, or even understand why what the other kids were doing was fun.

I both thought I COULD do anything, and was terribly insecure about everything I did. Was I doing it the way people wanted? Would people change their mind and then blame me? Would people not care, because it was ME doing it? Any mistake would be my fault, no matter how impossible it would have been for me to avoid it!

-

An even more subtle challenge in writing Tim is that he rarely SAYS negative things about himself. He just acts in ways consistent with BELIEVING those things.

He doesn't say, "nobody likes me!" He just assumes nobody will notice if he disappears for a week, and accepts shallow relationships where nobody knows the real him, and says yes to every person who asks to date him, unless he remembers he's dating someone else.

He doesn't say, "I deserve to be treated the way I am." He just blames himself when his dad doesn't show up to things, and agrees to bonding activities he doesn't like, and pretends to appreciate gifts that show a deep misunderstanding of his character.

So, some people pick up the vibes he's giving off, but then write him explicitly expressing them, which reads wrong. And other people miss the vibes, and write him as only confident and a bit obnoxious, which is also off.

Tim is SUBTLE.

it kills me when people try to characterize tim as insecure and lacking confidence in himself or his abilities. like please. a guy who goes "uwaaahh maybe im just not that good at anything and i don't bring much to the table and i don't think anyone actually likes me and im just not good enough" would have given up by failed clone attempt #26. be for fucking real

[kkentobox]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀nsfw abc! w/ jschlatt.

author’s note: as i’ve mentioned before, i’ve always wanted to make one of these sooo here it is! :D if you guys would want to see a sfw one, let me know <3 do not steal or plagiarize any work belonging to kkentobox !

A + AFTERCARE —- what they’re like after sex.

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt will always clean you up immediately after you guys are done, it doesn’t matter how long it was or who was doing the most work; he’s very quick to get up to grab a clean towel to clean you up and bring you water, maybe even a snack sometimes. after he makes sure you’re well hydrated is when he’ll pull you in close to hold you and press kisses to your forehead. it’s not him if he doesn’t cuddle you and fall asleep right after!

B + BODY PART —- their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s

⠀⠀⠀⠀his favorite part of his body will always be his hands! he knows how much larger they are compared to yours, knowing how to use the extra length to his advantage.

⠀⠀⠀⠀it’s very obvious how in love he is with boobs, he doesn’t care how big or small they are; if they’re there, he’s grabbing them. however, your mouth comes as a close second in his eyes.

C + CUM —- anything to do with cum, basically.

⠀⠀⠀⠀i am a huge believer that he has a breeding kink, so he’ll definitely come inside most of the time as long as you continue to let him. before you guys tried it, he would always cum in the condom or on your chest.

D + DIRTY SECRET —- pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.

⠀⠀⠀⠀huge pantie stealer, multiple pairs would go missing before laundry day and you begin to think the cats are just hiding them because of how embarrassed he is to admit that he’s staining your used panties with his cum. so whenever you guys go to the mall, he’ll buy you so many more so “you’ll stop whining”, little did you know, he’s helping you pick out his favorites so he can steal them later on.

E + EXPERIENCE —- how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt definitely seems like someone who prefers serious relationships over hookups or situationships, so i can see him having experience through his last partners. he knows what to do and knows a couple tricks, but he mainly focuses on learning how you like it. taking his time with you and making mental notes on what you enjoy more.

F + FAVORITE POSITION —- this goes without saying.

⠀⠀⠀⠀standing by the fact that i know he loves the intimacy of missionary. though, he also loves cowgirl and mating press. maybe even a full nelson if you’ve been acting up!

G + GOOFY —- are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he likes to keep things relatively serious considering he values how intimate it is to have sex, but he’ll always crack a smile if he notices how cute you look during the moment or just because how much he adores you.

H + HAIR —- how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.

⠀⠀⠀⠀i cannot see him being fully shaven, you guys see how much hair he has. it’s not a full bush because he trims it down, but there’s a good patch of hair that lightly tickles your nose when you go down on him.

I + INTIMACY —- how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he’s a true gentleman in the bedroom when you’re not misbehaving! he’s very touchy in the moment, the type to hold you close that you’re suffocating, the one that holds your hands during missionary. he’s also a huge sucker for heavy eye contact, he loves seeing how telling your eyes are.

J + JACK OFF —- masturbation headcanon.

⠀⠀⠀⠀the j in jschlatt stands for jacking off. before you guys started dating, he definitely had to touch himself six days out of the week because of how pent up he was from work. he doesn’t really bother to do anything to himself now unless you guys have to be apart, but even then, he needs to see you to actually get off.

K + KINK —- one or more of their kinks.

⠀⠀⠀⠀breeding & size kinks are big ones for him, without a doubt. light choking, slapping, degradation & edging on both ends, praising, role-play, dry humping !!

L + LOCATION —- favorite places to have sex.

⠀⠀⠀⠀the bedroom, his office, his car, quite literally anywhere in the house. when you guys moved in, it’s become a tradition to have sex in every room of the house to truly make it home.

M + MOTIVATION —- what turns them on, gets them going.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he’s a simple man in my eyes. lingerie, arguing with you, seeing you in his clothes, hearing you say you want him, thigh highs, watching you get really excited about the things he does for you, when you catch an attitude with him, buying things for you + watching you try them on, making home videos.

N + NO —- something they wouldn’t do, turn offs.

⠀⠀⠀⠀age play, animal roleplay, dubcon and any fluids that come out of you are hard no’s for him.

O + ORAL —- preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

⠀⠀⠀⠀i see him enjoying pleasing you more, always hungry to go down on you at any hour of the day. waking you up with head, bending you over the counter while you’re making food, etc. though, he could never resist or deny you of giving him head, he’s a man after all. he’s a good balance of both.

P + PACE —- are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he’s a mix of both! there’s days where all he wants to do is make passionate love to you over and over, letting you take all his love. there’s other days where he can’t help but give you the meanest, harshest thrusts that make your mind go numb. he’ll grab ahold of your neck, gently squeezing as he forces you to look at him while he pounds into you.

Q + QUICKIES —- their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he prefers doing the actual thing and being able to take his time, but he also can’t help himself or wait until you guys are in the comfort of your home. sometimes he needs five minutes in a friend’s bathroom or pulls over on the side of the road for a quickie, it all depends on how needy you guys are.

R + RISK —- are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he’s willing to experiment with you, but he’s still very cautious about doing things in public. the biggest risk you guys take is when he takes you over his gaming set-up, knowing all it takes is a slip of a button to go live and show everyone the mess he’s making of you.

S + STAMINA —- how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

⠀⠀⠀⠀there’s an average of five to six rounds with him, he just cannot get enough of you and will not stop until he feels he’s dumped everything he has into you. he can last a while, but as you guys get closer to calling it is when he starts to get overly sensitive and cums really quick.

T + TOYS —- do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

⠀⠀⠀⠀he’s begun to grow a collection just for you, though the vibrators have recently become used for the both of you. has multiple dildos, vibrators, handcuffs that he’s ordered specifically for you! the recent order being a dildo made identical to his cock.

U + UNFAIR —- how much they like to tease.

⠀⠀⠀⠀the biggest tease known to man, especially if you’ve been bratty recently or needed him to put you in your place. he’ll deny your orgasms every single time until you have tears streaming down your face and beg for him to accept your apologies.

V + VOLUME —- how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he seems more like a dirty talker to me, especially when he gets closer to his orgasm. i can see him maybe groaning or grunting more than actually moaning; unless you have him on the bottom. then he’s whimpering quietly under his breath, trying to keep quiet.

W + WILD CARD —- a random headcanon for the character.

⠀⠀⠀⠀as mentioned before, he has a thing for seeing you angry during arguments or just when you’re moody and decide to give him attitude. something about seeing you angry makes his cock jump in his pants, he doesn’t know if it’s because of how endearing he always finds you or if you just become ten times more attractive when you look angry.

X + X-RAY —- let’s see what’s going on under those clothes.

⠀⠀⠀⠀big dick. huge. i don’t see him being much a grower? you’ve seen how huge he is compared to most people, i know he’s packing. seeing maybe 6.5 inches soft, 7 inches hard in his tarot cards. he’s not overly girthy, but he gives you a nice stretch every time that requires prep beforehand.

Y + YEARNING —- how high is their sex drive?

⠀⠀⠀⠀he can go for hours seeing as it takes him some effort to cum, but he’s always putting your pleasure before his own anyways. you guys are probably doing it at least once or twice every day because of his high libido, but he makes it worth it.

Z + ZZZ —- how quickly they fall asleep afterwards.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he’s out like a light as soon as he’s done with his aftercare, usually because of how intense his orgasms are, he just needs to sleep to get his energy back.

[svetamillss]

Headcanons: their reaction to your terrible burn on your face🩵

Featuring: Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f), Kang Dae Ho x Reader(f), Kang Sae Byeok x Reader(f), Nam Gyu x Reader(f)

Summary: Here will be your background. You had a disaster as a child. You got into an accident, after which you had a big burn on your face, which was on the left side, started from the forehead and ended almost near the nose, as the burn was strong enough, your left eye had to be removed. After that, people began to humiliate you and call you a monster. You started covering your burn with your hair, but it looked ridiculous, but you couldn't find any other way. Soon you were given a chance to have a skin and eye transplant, but this is a very expensive operation, you didn't have enough money. Therefore, you decided to agree to the offer to play games.

Warning: easy agnst, deviations from the plot.

A/N: I don't know if I managed to write normally, so I apologize in advance!

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Cho Hyun Ju

You met the girl at the second game when she invited you to her team. You liked her right away, Hyun Ju was brave, sweet and very beautiful. After the second game, you and the guys decided to get to know each other better. Everyone told his story and why he decided to play deadly games. You learned from Hyun Ju that she is a trans girl and saves money for operations and Thailand, after that you liked her even more, it looks like you fell in love. But then it was your turn, everyone looked at you, waiting for you to tell. But you were afraid. You were afraid that they would turn away from you when they saw your ugly face, so you decided to leave the conversation.

- Oh... I'm sorry, I need to go to the toilet. - you quickly went to the toilet, leaving everyone looking at you with surprise.

- I think she was afraid to tell the reason.. - Young Mi said quietly, Hyun Ju also thought, so she followed you.

When she entered the room, she saw you standing near the mirror and crying, looking into it.

- How ugly I am... - you said without noticing the presence of another girl at all, only after Hyun Ju slowly approached you, you saw her and immediately began to hide your burn with your hair.

- You shouldn't be afraid of me. And shouldn't be afraid of face. - she turned you to her and carefully took you by the chin, looking at your face much better.

- Don't look..

- Tell me everything, I won't turn away from you. You'll feel much better. - and you gave up.

You told her your whole story, she listened carefully without interrupting, and when you finished, she very gently began to kiss the areas of your burn and the place where the eye used to be, you almost cried even more.

- Don't worry, I'll be next to you. And no one else will hurt you.

She didn't lie, you were able to get out of the game with her. Both paid off their debts and made the missing operations. Now you are preparing to move to Thailand, where you can get married and live happily.

Kang Dae Ho

You were able to survive the first game, although it barely worked out because you couldn't see everything with one eye.

A new day has come, the second game will start soon, and so far everyone has been given breakfast. But you didn't want to eat. You had no appetite. And you didn't want to contact people, you were afraid that everyone would see your burn and start laughing, so you sat alone.

But then your peace was disturbed by the guy who sat next to you, you tried not to pay attention to him.

- Hi, why are you sitting here alone?

- What does it matter to you? - you answered a little rudely.

- I just decided to get acquainted, I liked you in the first game. So why are you sitting alone? - he asked softly that you even began to believe in his sincerity, so you decided to immediately show him what you always hide and see what he will say later.

You quickly removed the hair on the left side of your face and he saw your burn, after which you hid it again.

- So what? Don't you like me now?

- No, I like you. Is it because of him that you don't want to meet someone?

- Yes, because usually people laugh at me when they see my burn and the absence of an eye. I was so sick of it that I decided to communicate less. - the guy gently stroked your head that you were even slightly embarrassed by his gesture.

- What fools. I'm Kang Dae Ho, now you have a friend who will protect you. - he smiled broadly, you realized that he was not lying, something told you that the guy would never betray you.

- And I'm Y/N.

- Beautiful name! Let's go for breakfast? You still need to gain strength before the game, don't worry, I'll be with you now.

And he was with you until the very end.

Kang Sae Byeok

You sat quietly and eat a very modest dinner. How three men approached you. You were very scared.

- Hey, bitch, give me your food. - said one of them.

- But this is my food. Each of us was allocated the same amount. You've already eaten yours. It doesn't give the right to approach and take away from me! - but they only laughed at your words.

- If you don't want it in a good way, it will be bad. - after that, the second one came up to you and pushed you in the chest, causing you to fall to the floor, along with your dinner.

- Fuck, what have you done! What was the point of pushing her? Now eat from the floor yourself.

- Ahahahaha, look at her face! - because of the fall, they had a view of your whole face, they could see your scar and you wanted to cry from this humiliation, because they looked at you and poked their finger, laughing.

- God, how scary you are!

- A nasty monster!

- Ahahaha, abomination, I even lost my appetite.

They could have humiliated you for a long time, but suddenly you heard a female voice.

- Hey, you freaks have moved away from her. - they turned around abruptly and saw a girl, player 067, who was looking at them with a murderous look.

- Oh, we don't need it. Let's go, guys, away from this horror. - they left, leaving you alone.

The girl came closer to you and stretched out her hand, which you immediately took.

- Don't pay attention. They don't know what they're talking about. And don't worry about the burn, you're still as sweet. - she left, leaving you alone.

After her words, you felt some lightness, player 067 was the first who did not humiliate you. In the following games you wanted to be a little closer to the girl and she seemed to let you do it.

Nam Gyu

You met the guy at the second game, when his team invited you to their place. You had to agree, because there was little time left. During the game, you accidentally showed your burn, it was noticed by players 230 and 124. The first one laughed, but the second one immediately hit him on the head. It even amused you a little.

After the game, you decided to take a nap, but you were prevented by player 124, who lay down on your bed without asking.

- Did something happen? - you didn't understand why he came, because you thought you were partners in one game.

- Excuse me, Thanos, he was just under the drugs and didn't think that there was no need to laugh.

- I'm used to it. And in general, I saw that you also took pills. - you said sarcastically, to which he smiled.

- And you're attentive, even with one eye. - You immediately looked at him angrily that he immediately fell silent.

- If that's all, you can go.

- No, not all. In general. You're pretty cute with this burn, you look like a superhero!

- You say it because of drugs, when the effect goes away, I'll be disgusting.

- Not at all! Believe me. - the guy said with plaintive eyes, you didn't understand what he needed from you, but he looked funny.

- Okay.

You agreed solely out of curiosity, but who knew that this jerk would be normal. If his friend talked about your burn, he immediately covered his mouth. Looks like he fell in love with you.

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[garchankdefender]

"I had the shot." A thought on Arcane S2E3

So I've seen some discussion about whether or not Caitlyn could've made the shot to take out Jinx without hitting Isha.

"I had the shot." "That was a kid, what if you missed?" "I wasn't going to miss.

People have used this as a basis for arguing that Vi shouldn't thave stopped Caitlyn - that she shouldn't have gotten in the way becasue Vi had previously urged Cait to take the shot if she had the chance, and because she's such a consistent shot it's likely that she wouldn't have missed. "Her whole thing is not missing."

I'm not here to debate whether or not she could've made that, but I am here to say that I don't think it matters. (Personally, I think it was possible but pretty doubtful - she'd just had that nasty fight with Sevika and been electrocuted hex-lectrocuted, plus we see her firing recklessly later when she strikes Vi's gauntlet and again when Vi grabs the barrel of her gun. Plus all the trauma with Jinx that we'd been seeeing earlier with the strike team.)

I'm also not here to hate on Caitlyn. She was finally facing down Jinx, the source of a lot of her trauma, and was being influence by a wide range of factors and emotions. I think that the wider context of her situation makes her focus on killing Jinx, to the point she disregards Isha's wellbeing and Vi's pleading, not excusable, but perhaps understandable.

But... what if she didn't miss?

Let's say she had the shot. Her plan was to execute Jinx like... right under Isha. Isha was clinging to Jinx's shoulders and neck. If Caitlyn shot Jinx here:

Well, in this particular frame Isha's head is behind Jinx's, so a headshot would likely take them both out.

But even if Isha wasn't in the line of fire. The thought of Isha watching her "big sister" taking a relatively close-range, high-powered headshot is... harrowing, to say the least. Jinx’s head would not stay in one piece, and Isha would have a front row seat to that.

Whether Caitlyn was going to miss or not, when she realized a kid was involved, Vi was absolutely right to stand down and try to intervene, especially as someone who has seen so much violent, personal loss.

All this to say - this is why saying that Vi should've let Caitlyn take the shot due to Caitlyn's marksmanship doesn't hold water for me.

[burningembers91]

The Choices We Make - Kim Do-Hyun x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Haunted by the choices he's made and the lives he's taken, Mercenary Leader Kim Do-Hyun has resigned himself to a life of loneliness and solitude. But try as he might, he can't seem to stay away from the beautiful, shy waitress who's wrapped herself around his heart.

A/N: I am so excited to write for this man!

Kim Do-Hyun led a dangerous life. At first, it wasn’t through the desire to seek dangerous thrills, but entirely out of necessity. His ailing parent’s had medical bills his job couldn’t cover. They were facing eviction, and thinking of his parents out on the street made him sick to his stomach.

He’d devoted his life to military service, rising through the ranks to Sergeant, commanding his team with integrity and respect. But his government had failed his parents; the ones who had fought for their country’s freedom during the Korean War. The day his parents were refused the help they so desperately needed, was the day Do-Hyun lost faith in the country he had once loved so much.

It was an ex-colleague who had first alerted him to the life of a mercenary. The pay was substantial, one job enough to cover the cost of his parent’s medical bills and keep the roof over their heads. Do-Hyun fought for rich oligarchs and conglomerates, carrying out their bidding, no matter how drastic or violent their missions were. He had the ability to switch his brain off as he carried out the heinous acts he was paid handsomely to commit; to separate the lives he took from the need to care for his parents.

His father died shortly after his fourth mission, closely followed by his mother. Do-Hyun no longer needed to carry out his missions, but without his family, without a job, he was nothing. So, he carried on taking the big pay days, fighting wars he had no interest in, working for men and large corporations who had the world twisted around their bony fingers. He didn’t agree with what his employers were doing, but this job had made him bitter. He had never been under the illusion that the world was a nice place, but the life of a mercenary had opened his eyes to the harsh reality; the world was cruel, and so were the people who ran it.

He ended up commanding a team who quickly became like brothers to him and for the first time in a long time, Do-Hyun felt like part of something again. They were always in high demand, his job taking him to every corner of the globe and beyond. Between jobs he would return to Seoul, but never for more than a few days, a week at most. He hated being back in the city that had stripped his parents of their dignity. But Seoul was also where you were. The pretty girl who worked at his favourite restaurant.

He'd always come in when he was back in the city, preferring dining out in a crowd than being home on his own. Do-Hyun didn’t like the silence, the crushing loneliness that came at night. Even if he ate on his own at the restaurant, he was surrounded by strangers, and that was better than being stuck with his own thoughts. You always served him with a smile, always slipping him an extra plate of kimchi or pork Mandu, or another beer on the house. You so kind to him, and on quiet nights you’d sit and talk, wiling away the hours until it was time to go home. He enjoyed your chats, and always dreaded when you left, leaving him alone with his nightmares.

Do-Hyun had thought many times about inviting you out for a drink after your shift. He watched you each night, his desire for you growing every time he saw you. You were beautiful, but there was also a shyness to you that he found endearing. You were also far too good for him. The things he did for money kept him up at night, the faces of the people he’d killed haunting his nightmares. You didn’t need someone like him dragging you down.

He never had a problem finding a woman to keep him company on the nights he couldn’t bare to be alone, but there was never a connection there. It was always just sex, a meaningless dalliance between the sheets that more often than not left him feeling emptier than he had before. He craved human connection, but how did you connect with someone when your job was to take life away?

He learned a lot about you on the evenings he spent in the restaurant. You worked as a waitress to pay your bills, desperate to travel but never quite able to make enough so that you could save and live comfortably. You had dreams of trekking through the Amazon, of climbing mountains, and sailing oceans. Do-Hyun had done all that and more, regaling you with his stories. His life as a mercenary had taken him to the most beautiful places, but the things he did there were nothing short of ugly.

“I don’t ever think I’ll get to go,” you smiled sadly one night as he helped you close up. “But it’s nice to dream. Dreaming keeps you sane.” Do-Hyun dreamt of you, dreamt of taking you to all the places you had on your bucket list. He dreamt of making love to you on a secluded beach, trekking mountains and exploring caves with you by his side. But he couldn’t seem to free himself from the chains he’d shackled himself in. He couldn’t face leaving his life as a mercenary, of leaving the men that had become brothers to him. Even if he did leave, he couldn’t forget the atrocities he’d committed. He didn’t want you to know about the awful things he'd done, about the lives he’d taken.

So, he continued to work for people who had no regard for the fragility of life, and he continued to seek you out whenever he was back in the city. You could see the sadness in his eyes, could almost feel the weight of the world he carried on his shoulders. You knew very little about the man who had captivated you with tales of his travels; he was an enigma, a walking mystery. You wondered what had happened to him to make him so sad, but you could never bring yourself to ask him. You often wondered where he went, disappearing for weeks, sometimes months at a time. But he would always show up again, always sit at the same table, order the same food. He had a face that looked as though it was chiselled from marble, his sharp features captivating you like nothing ever had. His chest and shoulders were broad, the fabric of his shirts always straining against his muscles. You thought about him often, picturing him on his various travels, with you by his side.

Do-Hyun didn’t realise that on the nights he spent looking up at the stars in some far-flung corner of the globe that you back in Seoul thinking of him too. He was too broken by his choices to do anything about his feelings for you, and you were too shy to ask out the handsome man who seemed so alone.

Neither of your realised how much those nights in the restaurant meant to one another, how much you longed for each other. Do-Hyun never really saw the faces of the random women he fucked; he was too busy imagining they were you.

The loneliness he felt when he dreamed of a life with you was overwhelming. But that was the life he had chosen for himself. No one would want to be with a man who was paid to take life away. Especially not someone as perfect and innocent as you.

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TAKE ONE | actor! TIM DRAKE x actor! reader

rivals to ..? | pt 1? | gn! reader

“How can you not understand?” Tim yelled at you, his voice rising above the relentless rain pouring down on both of you.

“I love you. I am so madly, pathetically, in love with you. And yet, you keep running back to him. Back to that damned jerk, over and over again. While me— I’m… your stupid best friend,” his voice cracked, raw and vulnerable.

“I’ve always been here, and you know that. Every late night holding you while you cried, every single t—” His words broke off as your lips collided with his, cutting him off with the force of something long overdue. Something he had dreamed of for months, no, years.

His hands moved instinctively to your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss was hungry yet soft, an overwhelming intensity that sent shivers down his spine. Goosebumps on his skin.

“And… cut!” the director’s voice broke through the moment, followed by an applause from the crew. “Great job, everyone. That’s the last scene for today. Go get changed. Meeting in room 2 in an hour.”

The crew began dismantling the props, the artificial rain stopped and the two of you stood there, still drenched, now with an awkward distance between you.

It wasn’t that he hated you. But he couldn’t stand you either. He’d been in this industry since he was a kid, nepotism, some would say. But haters will always be haters. Not his fault he was born loaded. Still, now at 23 he found himself needing more substantial roles. Filled with drama and twists. And, of course, his on-screen love interest had to be you.

The same person who keeps stealing Golden Globes right out of his grasp. Award after award, casting roles, and even his damn agent. So, no. He didn’t hate you. But, if he had to describe you, he would probably say you’re that annoying itch under your skin that not matter how much you scratch it, never really leaves.

Yet… there was something about you. Maybe it was the constant bickering that spilled from the script into your daily interactions. Maybe it was the fact that this kiss scene had taken six exhausting takes, but he couldn’t stop thinking about your lips on his.

And though he refused to admit it, he was beginning to crave this feeling. That terrified him.

“Why are you following me?” he asked flatly, his back still to you as you trailed behind him. “Your trailer’s on the other side,” he added, his tone deliberately detached.

“I told you this morning, but you never listen,” you scoffed. “My trailer’s out of order. There’s a leak in the bathroom, so they moved some of my stuff into yours for now.”

He stopped, turning to face you. His expression flickered between annoyance and disbelief.

“And there was no other trailer they could put you in?”

“Obviously not,” you replied, sarcasm dripping from your tone.

He scoffed, resuming his pace as you followed. When he reached his trailer, he stepped inside without a backward glance, immediately peeling off his soaked clothes.

“Come in, close the door, but don’t lock it otherwise we get stuck in.” he said nonchalantly, walking around in nothing but his boxers

“You have no decency,” you muttered, rolling your eyes as you stepped in.

He smirked, glancing over his shoulder. His blue eyes trialing over your figure. “You’ve seen me in far less, considering the other scenes we had to shoot. Don’t be such a prude.”

“It’s not about being a prude. You’re just…, never mind. Jerk.” you grumbled under your breath, pulling off your drenched clothes too.

He turned, and his smirk widened. “Well, that’s a choice,” he teased, eyeing your Batman underwear, barely concealing his laugh.

“If you say anything, I swear, you’re done for,” you warned, trying not to laugh yourself.

He raised his hands in mock surrender, a chuckle slipping past his lips. “Whatever you say,” he hummed, turning back to dry himself off.

But in his mind, he was already storing this moment away for future need. Oh, he was absolutely going to use this against you one day.

Pt2? 👀

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pairings﹕ rin itoshi x gn!reader

contents﹕ one shot, angst, lovers to strangers, wc: 878, proofread

the last time rin itoshi had kissed you, everything felt like it was falling into place.

the soft pressure of his lips against yours, the heat of his hand on your waist - everything was easy. simple. he'd held you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

but that was months ago.

now, every time you saw him, it felt like a distant memory; like a dream you were desperately trying to hold onto, but one that was slipping through your fingers.

rin had always been distant, even when you were close. his icy demeanor, the way he kept people at arm’s length, was something that had initially drawn you in. he was different, and you were fascinated by his complexity of who he was beneath that cold exterior.

but now, that distance felt unbearable.

you'd tried to reach out to him, to understand what had changed, but he’d been pulling away more and more. no texts. no calls. and when you did see him in person, his eyes would briefly meet yours before shifting away - like he couldn’t bear to look at you anymore.

you had tried to be patient. tried to give him space, but it was eating you up inside.

one evening, after weeks of silence, you found yourself standing in front of his door, your hand hovering over the doorbell. you had no idea what you were going to say, but you couldn’t keep going on like this.

finally, you rang the bell.

it took him a minute to answer, and when he did, he didn’t look surprised.

“y/n,” rin said, his voice as guarded as ever. “i didn’t think you’d come.”

“i needed to see you,” you said, your heart pounding. “i need to understand what’s going on.”

he stepped aside to let you in, but the space between you both felt so much larger than before.

you sat across from him, the silence hanging thick in the air. he was studying you, like he was trying to figure out if you were really there, if you really understood.

“you're still avoiding me,” you said, your voice trembling. “and i don’t know why.”

rin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “it's not that simple.”

“then make it simple,” you pleaded, leaning forward. “you're breaking my heart, rinnie. we were… we were good together.”

his eyes softened for a moment, but he quickly masked it with a distant look. “i know,” he said quietly. “but i don’t know how to do this anymore.”

your chest tightened. “do what?”

he looked away, the pain in his eyes too much for you to ignore. “be with you. be with anyone. i don’t know what i'm doing anymore.”

you reached for his hand, your touch trembling as you held it. “you don’t have to do it alone, rin. i'm here. i always will be.”

but he pulled away from you, his gaze cold once more. “you don’t get it. i can’t…”

you stopped, the lump in your throat growing. “can't what?”

“can't be what you need me to be,” he muttered, his voice thick with regret.

and in that moment, it hit you. he wasn’t just pulling away because of something that had happened. he was pulling away because he didn’t think he was good enough for you.

he was always so good at being cold and distant, but this? this was something you hadn’t seen coming.

“i never wanted to hurt you,” rin whispered, his voice barely audible. “but i'm not the person you think i am. i'm not good for you, y/n. i never was.”

you shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. “you're wrong. you're so wrong.”

but he was already standing, walking toward the door.

“please,” you whispered. “don't leave.”

he paused, his hand on the door handle, and for a moment, you thought he was going to turn around.

but he didn’t.

“i'm sorry,” he said, his voice low and broken. “i can’t keep doing this.”

and just like that, he was gone.

you stayed in his apartment for a long time after he left, sitting in the silence, trying to understand what had just happened. trying to make sense of the words he’d said.

but it didn’t make sense.

you couldn’t stop thinking about that night; about the way he’d kissed you like it was the last time, about the way his eyes had looked when he told you he couldn’t be with you anymore.

there was something about it that felt final, and it broke you in a way you couldn’t explain.

as you stood up to leave, you glanced at the door where rin had stood just moments ago. you thought about all the things he never said. about the love he never let himself feel, and the walls he built around his heart to keep everyone out.

you were just another person he couldn’t keep.

and so you left, the echo of his words still ringing in your ears. “i can’t be what you need me to be.”

you didn’t know if you’d ever be able to let go of him. but as the days passed, you learned that sometimes, love wasn’t enough.

sometimes, people just weren’t meant to stay.

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Better than the series

Noah Sebastian x Reader 

Rating: 18+

Warnings: light discussion, you being a bit shitty, jealousy, oral sex, Noah using that damn mustache

Author comments: hi bestiessss, how are you? if you follow me, you may have seen a post i made about mustache!noah a few days ago and honestly, i didn't think that post would get so many notes (which makes me think that mustache!noah is something everyone is interested in). anyway, i'm going to hell for thinking about noah like that and i'm taking all of you with me, kisses!

"It was great, guys! Thank you so much! See you next week!" You said, pretending not to be so enthusiastic.

You finished your work and lowered the screen of your laptop with excitement. Friday afternoons were always full of expectations. The daily stress of adult life kept you away from your boyfriend much more than you would have liked, so the closer Friday night, the sacred moment for both of you, got, the more butterflies danced in your stomach. Of course, you weren't a little girl anymore, and you weren't in the "getting to know him" stage, but damn, when you realized who you were dating, it was hard not to feel like jelly.

You took a quick but strategically effective shower, dressed comfortably, perfumed your hair with Noah's favorite scent, and quickly ordered a car to be there as soon as possible.

With a backpack on your back and a smile on your face, you arrived ready for your special evening with Noah. It didn't matter what you were going to do, what mattered was that you were together. The door opened and he greeted you with a warm hug and a kiss before you snuggled down on the couch. How good it was to be with him, you felt as if the week hadn't passed you by, as if being in the warmth of his arms dissolved all the pain and worry in your life. You just wanted time to freeze so you could stay there forever, just you and him.

"I counted the minutes until today. Our Fridays are sacred, but some weeks are so exhausting that they make it even more special," you smiled and patted Noah's cheek. "What do you want to do today?"

He kissed your forehead, the mustache he had invented to keep on lately tickling you slightly and making you giggle.

"I love our Fridays too. But there's one thing… the guys are organizing a gaming session tonight," Noah replied.

You pulled away from his embrace a little, just for you to see him more clearly, blinking your eyes a few times in a row. "But today?" you asked, confused. "Noah, it's our night."

Noah scratched the back of his head, knowing his explanation wouldn't go over well, but he tried to explain himself anyway.

"It's Jay's birthday. He's alone at the exchange and we want to give a little joy to his day. I promise it won't take long."

You understand that Jay is alone and he misses his friends, especially Noah since they've known each other for so long, but you can't hide your frustration and immediately cross your arms in disappointment.

"You're always talking to them, we hardly have time for each other."

"But we're together every week, we see each other all the time, and Jay? Look at his side, the guy's all alone there. I bet you don't want to feel alone."

You stand up, getting off Noah's lap and reply, still frustrated, "Alone? That's how you're leaving me, alone. You should pay attention to me. It's Friday, Noah, our day!"

He stands up, and although you love that look on his face, his already closed face gets on your nerves. You hated it when Noah did that.

"Fuck, am I not here? I don't leave you alone, have I ever left you alone? I understand that today is our day, I really do, but you could put yourself in other people's shoes a little," Noah sighs, trying not to be a jerk and get into an argument with you. He thinks of better words to say to you before he continues. "He needs it today, he's been feeling very lonely lately."

You exchange glances: from his side, the silent plea for you not to be as angry as you already seem to be; from yours, the growing tension and frustration. You sigh, not wanting to start a fight, but feeling deeply annoyed.

"Fine," you just give in, seriously. "But I'm not happy about it."

Noah kisses your lips and only replies, "I promise it'll be quick. You can stay in the room with me while I play, I don't want you to feel left out."

You enter the room together, but the atmosphere is still charged. Noah begins to set up the computer for the game while you sit on the bed, trying to hide your disappointment.

"Gotta call Emma so we can watch something on call. At least that way I won't be totally left out and I'll have someone to talk to."

"Sure, good idea. Just don't be too mean to the character on the show," he replies absent-mindedly, but trying to be nice.

"Don't worry, he'll have all our attention," you reply, giving him a cynical smile.

Noah nods, a little relieved, as you pick up the phone to call your friend. He sits down in his gaming chair, turning on the neon light in the room, and off the regular bedroom light to make the room comfortable for both of you. He adjusts the headset to start while you lie on the bed fiddling with your cell phone, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

"Okay, guys, I'm here. Let's get started before Jay shows up."

You call your friend, and she somehow comes over to keep you company. You sit down on the bed with your laptop next to you and start watching the show. Noah, next to you, remains focused on the game, occasionally casting a furtive glance at you. A scene begins, highlighting the show's main character. He's handsome, wearing a shirt that, despite its formal appearance, is brightly colored and has some of its buttons undone, tight jeans, and aviator glasses that hide his deep brown eyes. But what really catches the eye is his distinctive mustache.

"Look at that man, that mustache is quite a sight," Emma jokes, her voice electronically present in the room. "This guy definitely knows how to use it to his advantage."

Noah, between the music playing and the laughter of his friends, hears you both burst out laughing, the sound echoing around the room, and he makes a point of very discreetly removing one side of the headset from his ear, curious to know why you're laughing.

"The mustache is like… a sign of confidence. I bet he must be amazing in bed."

"Totally! Do you think he's good in bed just because he has a mustache?"

"Absolutely! He must know exactly how to use it. Just think, a guy with a mustache like that must have tricks we can't even dream of."

Noah finds himself increasingly interested in the conversation and can't help but mute the sound of his headphones, trying his best to pay attention, one eyebrow raised in excitement to know how far your conversation is going, and just pretend to play.

"It must be the kind that takes your breath away in seconds," you say, unaware that Noah is listening. "The kind that knows what they're doing, the kind that's… experienced."

"A lot more than most. If a guy with a mustache like that paid attention to me, I wouldn't care about anything else, I'd just need him and a glass of water to live."

You laugh at Emma's comment, but then you look at Noah out of the corner of your eye and become serious again. "Yes, but some people prefer to play."

Noah continues with his temporarily forgotten game, pretending not to be hearing, but his expression with his back to you shows that he heard every word you said. "To play, huh?" He just moves his lips, speaking silently.

The conversation between you continues, full of laughter and bold comments about the character on the show. Noah keeps the microphone muted for long moments, discreetly observing the interaction.

The show ends and Emma says goodbye to you. Your phone vibrates with a message from your friend:

"It was fun, but I'm going to leave you to sort things out. Good luck!"

You reply with a few words: "Thanks. See you, Emma."

You get into bed, feeling a little better for the laughs with her, but still annoyed that Noah's game is taking longer than he promised.

"Good night, Noah," you say, turning your back on him, then mutter something inaudible, still slightly annoyed, but mostly frustrated. He should have at least warned you that the evening was going to be like this and that you'd be ready to do something else.

Noah doesn't answer, otherwise you might think he was listening the whole time. He sighs, knowing it will take an extra effort to get your attention again.

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The night stretches on and Noah finally shuts down his computer and takes off his headset. He looks at you lying on your back, and even though you're asleep, he knows that you're clearly distant. Without forgetting how you've been thinking about the man in the series, he laughs softly, touches his own mustache, and something in him is ignited.

He slowly moves closer, snuggling up to you under the covers, already pushing your hair aside to make room to kiss your neck, deliberately brushing his facial hair. You slowly stir from the tickle you feel and finally wake up when you feel Noah's big hand playing with the nipple of your breast under your clothes.

"Noah…" you sigh, still sleepy. "What are you doing?"

He keeps tracing long kisses down your neck, making you shiver, and in a low, teasing voice he says in your ear, "You think I'm not paying attention, don't you? Those comments about the guy on the show… Do you think he could make you feel that way?"

Your sleep begins to dissipate as he kisses you, making you sigh, feeling your resistance melt away.

"Did you hear that? I was just kidding…" You turn your face to find his almond eyes staring at you with desire, your ass beginning to feel his bulge growing behind you.

He pulls the blanket off you and turns you over on the bed, kneeling in front of you and pulling off your shorts and panties together. He pushes your legs apart and you moan softly, already completely surrendered to the moment.

"Kidding?" His laugh makes you throb. "I'm going to show you that I'm much better than any guy you see on TV."

And he dives between your legs, ready to taste you, but mostly to tease you. He kisses one side of your groin, then the other, making a point of brushing his facial hair against you, noticing how wet and thirsty it makes you.

"Noah… Please…" you moan, trying to move your hips closer to Noah's mouth. He smiles smugly and runs his tongue along your folds, which are throbbing with excitement.

He turns his attention to your clit, sucking and sucking, making everything hotter and wetter. The hairs on his mustache, which you had just imagined tickling you while watching the show, only made you feel more pleasure. Noah tastes you like a hungry man and brings you closer and closer to coming apart.

"Look at you, you tremble every time I run my mustache over that needy pussy… I don't think I'll be shaving anytime soon. Do you want me to shave, babe?" he asks, laughing and rubbing his nose against you.

"N-no Noah, I don't want you to…" and you moan as you feel two of his long fingers penetrating you, unable to finish the sentence. "Noah, please…"

He is relentless in the way he moves his fingers inside you, knowing every point of you, knowing exactly what to do to turn you on. Without much effort, he feels you clenching against his fingers, your thighs shaking in spasms, and he hears your voice break into a loud moan calling out to him as you cum hard in his mouth.

He pulls away from you and kneels in front of your still-spread legs to appreciate your throbbing folds and your flushed, orgasmic face. "You're such a silly girl sometimes." He smiles and runs his fingers, which were inside you moments before, through his own mustache and ends up sucking on his own fingers. "This is for you to learn to appreciate what you have."

And then he just gets up and leaves the room, laughing at the incredulous way you look at him, trying his best to maintain the idiotic character he's just created, even though he knows he'll be buried inside of you in a few minutes, making you cum a few more times to live up to your special Friday.

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Younger Uchinaga - Chapter Twenty

Synopsis: When Aespa Giselle's younger sister made her debut as a member of the international girl group Katseye, and caught the attention of Aespa's beloved leader.

- Han River

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Y/N’POV

I'm on my way back to the dorm from a meeting at HYBE. I'm very stressed; they want me to do something I don't want to do. I told them several times that I didn't want to do it, but instead of listening, they just gave me time to think about it.I was deep in thought when the taxi driver informed me that we had arrived.

"That would be 9,000 won, ma'am," he said, smiling at me. "Here," I handed him 10,000 won. "Keep the change, sir," I said, opening the car door. "Thank you, ma'am," he murmured before I closed the door.

I walked inside the building and was met by the guard who opened the door for me. "Good evening ma'am, Miss Yu just came back 5 minutes ago before you, she's with a man," the guard stated, confusing me. "Thank you, have a nice evening," I smiled at him before continuing to the elevator.

"A man? Who could it be? If I remember correctly, their manager is a girl; perhaps they have a new one." I entered the elevator and pressed the button for Aespa's apartment floor.

"It's probably a new manager, since they have their own individual activity now." The door opened, signaling that I was already on the apartment floor. I exited the elevator and walked towards the apartment.

I opened the door with the key Giselle unnie gave me, still thinking about what the guard had said. When I opened the door, I saw something that surprised me. Karina and his ex-boyfriend, Jae Wook, kissing.

Karina immediately pushed him when she noticed me "Aera, this is not what you're thinking" Karina said heading towards me "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you" I muttered before slamming the door and dash to the elevator

“Aera, please! Listen to me!" I heard Karina shouting while following me, but I ignored her and entered the elevator, closing it instantly. I caught a glimpse of her before the elevator entirely closed.

"Why do I feel this way? We're not together," I said, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Maybe she didn't mean what she said last night; perhaps it was just a prank. I'm so stupid that I believed her," I told myself. The door opened, and I heard a gasp. I looked up and saw Winter Unnie, who looks worn out from her recent schedule.

"Aera? Are you alright?"She was going to hug me when I dodge her and run away.

"Aera! wait!" She yelled, but I didn't stop; instead, I grabbed a taxi and got inside. The driver was shocked, but I just ordered him to drive. I looked out the window and saw Minjeong unnie, who looks worried. I just look at my lap I feel so stupid.

When I saw Aeri unnie's message, I couldn't help but cry since I betrayed her by having a something with one of her members "I could destroy their group what am I even thinking!" I cried, hugging my legs at the side of Han River.

“maybe i should just do what the company wants me to do”

earlier…

“Good evening, Miss. The CEO are waiting for you at his office” The HYBE Secretary told me “Okay, thank you” I said before walking towards the door of his office

"You arrived just in time. Have a seat," he said, motioning me to sit on the sofa. I did what he stated and sat down on the sofa, with him seated in front of me. "How are you? How is your arm?" He questioned, and I looked at my arm and responded, "I'm good, just doing well in my sister's dorm."

"Speaking of, that is one of matters I'd like to discuss," he remarked openly. “What is it, Sir?” I asked him, "I want you to leave there, and I'll arrange an apartment for you." He said, "May I ask why?" I asked him. "You see, we have a rivalry with SM entertainment, and I don't want them to think that we aren't taking care of you." He said

"And since you're already here, I'll go straight to the point. I want you to date someone," he stated, which surprised me. “What do you mean?"I asked him.

"You see, our company is under fire right now after what newjeans have done, and we'll simply cover it up with a dating issue," he said standing up and looking at the busy road of Seoul through the glass wall.

"Why do you want me to do it?" I don't want to," I said with venom in my voice. "I mean, if you don't want to, we'll tell Megan to do it," he said, making me furious. "Megan?"I asked him.

"Yes, Megan.” He looked at me and added, "So think carefully, Uchinaga." He fixed his necktie. "I'll give you some time to think," he said, patting my shoulder and handing me a paper before exiting the room.

~~

I was about to call Aeri unnie to pick me up when a message from Megan pop up. She sent me a picture of her

“We‘ll tell Megan to do it” The CEO’s voice rang inside my head

I looked at the a picture Megan sent me. "You look so happy, my mei, and I will not let anyone take that happiness away from you, even if it means taking away my own.”

The only reason why i don’t want to accept it is because of Karina. Now i don’t have any reason not to.

I took out the paper that the CEO had given me and dialed it. It took three rings until someone picked it up: "Hello, this is Katseye's Y/N. Meet me at the Han River"

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[salllzy]

One time you could claim sanctuary from churches and they would grant you it. It was used by those who needed shelter, in the Middle Ages, the tradition of Sanctuary was written into Law, and went far beyond the provision of shelter, allowing even convicted criminals to evade capture. Many a tale is told of desperate criminals who beat the Law to reach the safety of a Church. So for Heaven to do what they did? Knowing full well that many of those who live in Hell might have claimed sanctuary at one point or another? It is spitting on it, it is saying that it doesn't matter, that their belief doesn't matter. That they are going to die regardless. Churches for the longest time were seen as safe havens for those who needed them. Struggling mothers, homeless, young children who had nowhere to go. Heaven using the building as a church is spitting on what sanctuary stands for. Not to mention that from what we have seen in Vaggie's memories, there are children in Hell, quite possibly sinner children as well. At one point in time, it was believed that all children who were not baptised would go to Hell when they died. So how much of that is true? Vaggie was tossed out of Heaven because she wouldn't kill a child, so that is another strike against Heaven. Heaven has no idea how the system works, they don't know how the souls or judged. The supposed 'rules' that Adam gave them, in theory, means that Lucifer would have been allowed into Heaven. But he isn't. So Heaven has no idea how souls are judged. Heaven is fucked up, I am not saying that Hell isn't. It is. It is Hell. But it makes you wonder if Heaven is willing to have a church as their symbol with a massive hourglass, knowing full well that many would have claimed sanctuary at some point in a church and the fact that they sent an army year after year down to slaughter sinners. What else have they done? What lines have they crossed? How far as they willing to go to keep their status? Heaven is not what it seems, it is not filled with good beings. Sera, Adam and Lute are proof of that. Emily is much like Charlie, but due to her age, I doubt that others will listen to her. They are more likely to listen to Sera over Emily. Sera has already proven that she will kill, that she will send armies to Hell to slaughter people. Charlie is a danger to Heaven, she is a danger to the status quo and I think that we are going to see how far Heaven will go to keep the status quo.

Damn, I never noticed that the Heaven Embassy looks like a Church chapel - though it makes perfect sense that it would - or that it has a giant hourglass that they use for the countdown for the next Extermination (that is so fucked up btw, forcing the Sinners to live with this giant, golden timer in the middle of their city, slowly marking down the next time an army is going to descend down and murder them).

[dustcrumbs]

I hope you guys know that I am aware that Dust/Murder sans eyelights are not constantly red/cyan. I am aware. I know when he isn't using his magic. It's just white.

I wanna give you my reasoning why I don't draw him like that

1. He's never feels safe.

That's it.

He always tensed. He's never been relaxed enough to let go of his magic.

Why would he want to anyway? He needs to constantly burn it anyway. Right?

Actually, constantly using his magic is the reason why he needs to burn it out so much.

If he has it constantly activated, it'll continuously produce magic to restore what is lost. This leads to the overabundance of magic in his system. He's not always wasting it, but he's always using it. His body and mind THINKS he needs the magic. So it's rapidly replenishing what it thinks is needed for an emergency. If he just let it go, it'd build up slowly rather than rapidly pouring magic into his little body. It's also why he's so irritated. He's always tensed and on the verge of snapping at someone.

It's like leaving your phone on when your on an application. It starts to heat up. Unless you turn it off, it won't cool.

Dust is so paranoid that he thinks everyone is out to get him, even when he sleeps.

The only time he ever let go of his magic is with Killer. And god, he's never doing that again. Especially after what he did. Everyone's just proving his point. Being vulnerable is a ticket to death. As much as he'd want to die, he would rather die in his home. Not these disgusting replicas or twisting worlds that taunt him as he scrambles out of them.

Dust just can't catch a break. No matter where he is or who he's with. He rather die then be caught vulnerable and fragile in someone else's arms.

I guess that's why he conflicts with Horror so much. Horror wants to attend to and affirm. He doesn't mind vulnerability or weakness. It's a sign of trust. And Dust despises that idea. Because every time Horror lets Dust point a gun to his chin, there is no struggle. And Dust worries that one day, he won't stop himself from puling the trigger. Horror trusts him, even if it'd be the death of him.

[secondarysefikura]

When in Smash people must share rooms with characters of their respective universe. So when Sephiroth joins Smash Cloud goes from having his own room, to having to share it with Sephiroth, and to add insult to injury when Cloud goes to their room afterwards instead of there being two beds on the opposite sides of the room like he’s expecting, Cloud’s bed has been replaced by a king sized bed.

Cloud is fully supportive of sharing a room with people from your own universe. There's a lot of them, and sharing a room with someone you already kinda know (or at least share a planet with) is probably the safest way to structure things.

And he accepts when Sephiroth shows up that he will probably have to share with him. It's fine. He doesn't like it but it's FINE.

But when he sees the king bed? He demands to know who thought it was a good idea to make him and Sephiroth sleep in the same bed. Don't they know that they're enemies?

Well, seeing as Cloud doesn't speak English in Smash, he has a bit of a hard time communicating his thoughts on the matter. That's when Sephiroth steps in and reveals that he can speak English and he begins to translate for Cloud.

Cloud, in Japanese: What are you thinking? He has tormented me for years! He burned my village, killed my mother, and even killed one of my friends! Why would you make us share a bed?!!??!!

Sephiroth, in English: Cloud says that he is overwhelmed by your kindness to give us such a big bed to share. It has been very difficult for us to be together due to his friend's lack of support, so he thought for sure we would be discriminated against here.

Isabelle: I am so happy that we can support you two! Can you please tell Cloud that we are all cheering for your guys relationship?

Sephiroth, to Cloud in Japanese: They said they don't care how you feel and if you complain again they'll make me look like a saint.

Cloud: 0.0

[libraford]

i just wanted to day that i love that you chose Ursa Major as your stage/performance name because the big dipper has always been my favourite constellation ever since i was a small child and learning how to find the rest of ursa major from it feels like i've completed a part of my life. i love being reminded of it, even when the stars are too pale to show, so thank you <3

I love how many myths surround those stars, but I think what solidified the name for me was like...

...okay so every springtime, I get a dream about a bear. Whatever symbolism you see in that- I got my own headcannon for it, no one's business.

Tw: animal abuse

But when I was planning on quitting my job at the flower shop and hadn't told anyone yet, and the stress got really big, I had a dream about bears in captivity. Who were being kept terribly and trotted out as tourist attractions. And I dreamed that I was the biggest bear, telling all the smaller bears that we could kill the man with the whip, even those of us without teeth or claws. But this was all they ever knew and the man with the whip still fed us, and we might die outside the cage so guaranteed meager meals was better than not knowing where tge next one came from.

But one day I broke out of my cage on my own and clawed my way out of the building and I didn't kill the man with the whip, but I ran as far as I could. And I hoped the rest would follow me, but I didn't look to check and it didn't matter.

I woke up thinking about it.

And now I am a big bear that dances for myself and not for a man with a whip.